Church poetry : or, Christian thoughts in old and modern verse . the thought that from mans mind doth flow :But if the weight of these thou canst not show,Weigh but one word which from thy lips doth fall:For how canst thou those greater secrets know,That dost not know the least thing of them all ?Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small. F 50 PROVIDENCE AND PROBATION. DISCIPLINE. George Herbert. Throw away Thy rod :Throw away Thy wrath ! 0 my GodTake the gentle path! For my hearts desireUnto Thine is bent; 1 aspireTo a full consent. Not a word or lookI affect to own But by book,An
Church poetry : or, Christian thoughts in old and modern verse . the thought that from mans mind doth flow :But if the weight of these thou canst not show,Weigh but one word which from thy lips doth fall:For how canst thou those greater secrets know,That dost not know the least thing of them all ?Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small. F 50 PROVIDENCE AND PROBATION. DISCIPLINE. George Herbert. Throw away Thy rod :Throw away Thy wrath ! 0 my GodTake the gentle path! For my hearts desireUnto Thine is bent; 1 aspireTo a full consent. Not a word or lookI affect to own But by book,And Thy book alone. Though I fall, I weep ;Though I halt in pace, Yet I creepTo the throne of grace. Then let wrath remove ;Love will do the deed ;For, with loveStony hearts will bleed. PROVIDENCE AND PROBATION. 51 Love is swift of foot:Loves a man of war, And can shootAnd can hit from far. Who can scape his bow ?That which wrought on Thee Brought Thee low,—Needs must work on me. Throw away Thy rod !Though man frailties hath, Thou art God!Throw away Thy 52 PROVIDENCE AND PROBATION. THE REMOVAL OF THE RIGHTEOUS, A WARNINGTO THE WICKED. Henry Delaune. Ere God on Sodom stretchd His flaming hand,He had a care to send just Lot away;So mostly still, when He will scourge a land,Whom He best loves, He puts out of the way. Early set forth on your eternal race;Th ascent is steep and craggy ; you must climb ;God, at all times, has promised sinners grace,If they repent;—but He neer promised Time. Cheat not yourselves, as most, who then prepareFor Death, when life is almost turnd to fume ;One thief was saved, that no man need despair,And but one thief, that no one might presume. TYRE. Lyra Apostolica. High on the stately wall The spear of Arvad hung ;Through corridor and hall Gemaddins war-note rung. PROVIDENCE AND PROBATION. 53 Where are they now ? the note is oer ;Yes ! for a thousand years and moreFive fathom deep beneath the seaThose halls have lain all silently ;Nought listin
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